- wake alone, my snoring drove mike out of the bedroom. damn tonsils. this cold is hanging on.
- the sky just starting to lighten
- girls asking for warm milk
- boil water for coffee
- owl shirt, braids, yearbook order form (really, for kindergarten?)
- dress, brush, feed amelia, send her out the door with mike
- attempt to work on school work while the cutest three-year-old on the planet distracts me
- make aven's lunch
- realize that it is amelia's day to bring snack and she has already left
- panic over the 22 kindergarteners that will be starving because of me
- chop wood, stoke fires, pack my school bag
- shower, dress, make tea for the road (coffee is long gone)
- buckle aven into her carseat, drive off forgetting the mail
- deliver creative-last-minute snack to amelia's school
- drop aven and her lunch at preschool
- park, walk, relax my shoulders
- ask myself why the rush, what would happen if you just relax for a second? Enjoy the blue sky, the wind, the nearness of spring
- relax shoulders again as I walk into class
- mind is blown by the guest presentation of an orthodox rabbi
- contemplate giving more of my soulbrainmind to faith. decide i cannever willnever be orthodox anything
- race to pick aven up
- race to get gas and get home before amelia's bus
- haul aven's sleeping body out of her carseat. strip her of shoes and nestle her into my bed
- meet amelia's bus with seconds to spare
- gather eggs, feed chickens, fill cow water tank, carry two five gallon buckets to the horse
- watch thrown hay as it is caught by wind as it arcs into jack's pasture from my hands
- watch as ruby chases a fox out of the windbreak, watch as she gains on the fox before looping around and returning to me as I shout her name into the wind
- chop wood
- scratch together enough leftovers for dinner
- take aven's temperature as she sits at the dinner table with flushed cheeks. 102.1
- efffffffff...
- swap her dinner for a lime popsicle and tylenol
- dishes, jammies, brush teeth
- dance with amelia to wilco, the weepies...ipod is stuck on 'w' artists
- read two chapters of the boxcar children and the guinea pig ABCs.
- mediate a quickhot fight over a seashell
- haul blankets, water glasses and sleepy children up the stairs
- tuck them in and kiss their sweet faces
- stoke fires, finish a glass of wine, and realize my take-home test is due tomorrow
- sit down and stare at the computer screen. make this list. hit publish.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
40 scenes - my day
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